From Jilly’s Book of Poetry
To My Dear and Loving Husband
If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were loved by wife, then thee.
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me, ye women, if you can.
Or all the riches that the East doth hold.
I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold,
My love is such that rivers cannot quench,
Nor ought but love from thee give recompense.
Thy love is such I can no way repay;
The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray.
Then while we live, in love, let’s so persevere,
That when we live no more, we may live ever.